And I also wouldn't have the impossibly strong urge to chant "Man City!" to a random guy at the grocery store who happens to be wearing a Manchester United shirt. I couldn't pick out anyone on either team if my life depended on it, but something about spending so much time in the presence of Jason makes me momentarily get distracted from corralling 4 rambunctious children through a Meijers in northwest Ohio to thoroughly confuse/jeer an innocent bystander about his soccer allegiance... or just his choice of shirt.
And this makes me think, " Where did that come from?" and then I remember exactly where that came from, and think, "I love Jason so much!"
GO CITY!
